Happiness. It's relative.
The weather. First, the snow and then the incredible cold and then the freezing rain and ankle-deep slush had me swearing in the street where all the neighbors could hear if they were listening. Meanwhile, the man who just moved in to the house… Continue Reading “Freezing Fog at the Dog Park”
It’s January. It’s the part of January when the snow is sharpened knives waiting for my mistake. If you’ve grown up here, you know the snow can cut you. It’s not farfetched. Just rare. At the dog park, old women walk with poles like… Continue Reading “Frozen Morning at the Dog Park”
Winter is coming so we thought Tempest might like her own cozy place. She sleeps inside with us but spends a lot of time outdoors. She is a sled dog, after all. Retirement doesn’t mean losing her zest for snow and cold. She’s been… Continue Reading “Homesteading”
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